I wanted to share with you my funny (or really – not so much) shopping experience I had recently with Chance. Our destination was to go a certain (I will not mention the name) establishment where the idea was for Chance to get a haircut, while that was happening I was going to get a pedicure (upcoming Honduras trip = sandals!) and then do a little shopping.
First, I took Chance over to the salon area. We stood at the front counter while the lady behind it proceeded to ignore us for several minutes. Finally she said, “Can I help you with something?” (Uhhhh… you cut hair….. what else would I be here for?) I told her that Chance needed a hair cut and she tossed a clip board my way to write his name on. Even Chance commented when she walked away about her pleasant – errr….. lack there of….. personality. The next lady came up and I pre paid for Chances cut so I could go to the nail area.
Second, I went into the nail area where I have frequented many times before and they are usually quite friendly and get you set up right away. Even if they are all busy they will still put you in that wonderful massage chair and your feet in a warm jacuzzi style water while you wait. I had my book to read and I was so ready. I went in and picked out my color and sat in the waiting chair. No one acknowledged me other than a lady I knew who was getting her own pedicure done. I sat and read for about 15 minutes slowly getting more and more irritated. I decided that if Chance showed up done with his haircut before I was waited on I would just leave. 25 minutes in a guy who worked there approached me and said “what are you waiting for?”
I said I was there for a pedicure and he turned and walked away saying nothing and he did not return. Now I am annoyed – and really, I am pretty easy-going so it takes A LOT to annoy me. One of the ladies doing a pedicure turned and looked at me and said, “Oh, are you waiting for a pedicure?” I said yes I was but now I felt I probably did not have time.
I returned the polish to the rack and walked out.
Third (oh yes, there is more), Chance and I shopped the store and I picked up the things I needed and we proceeded to the check out. We got up to the counter and the cashier started ringing us out without saying a thing. I looked at Chance and said, “I am so ready to just go home now.” She continues to ring and then at the end of my order I had two large pizzas. She said, “Are the pizzas yours too?”
I said “yes.”
She hesitated a minute, looked at me again and said, “Are the pizza’s yours too?”
I said “yes they are,” (a little louder this time resisting the urge to wave my arms to see if she truly seen me).
When she finished ringing the order she handed me the receipt while looking at the next customer…. I had to chase her hand to get the receipt as she kept floating it around trying to find me.
As we walked out of the store I told Chance that I had no idea that I played such a large part in The Deathly Hallows. “What do you mean” he said.
“Well, I clearly must be the current owner of the invisibility cloak” I responded.
True story….. for the record… no employees of said establishment were hurt during this transaction.